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A loud crash, a pained scream.
Peter and May exchanged a worried glance, then both turned and looked down the hallway.
“Happy?” May sounded more amused than concerned. “Are you all right?”
Silence.
Peter tilted his head. “Do you think we should go check on him?”
May settled back on the couch with the flap of a hand, crossing her legs. “He’ll be fine. Trying to get anything out of storage is always an effort."
Another crash.
Peter hooked a thumb in the direction of the sound. “Maybe I’ll just…”
“Yeah.” May winced and rose to her feet. “Maybe we both should.”
They made their way to the back of the hall and peeked in the doorway. Boxes littered the room.
“Happy?” Peter’s eyes scanned the room for his friend, but the man was nowhere to be seen.
A grunt, from somewhere in the back corner. “Over here. Under the pile of shaking boxes.”
May stared at the boxes littering the floor. “How are we even supposed to get through this mess?”
Peter hopped up and grabbed the ceiling, crawling toward the sound of Happy’s voice. “Like this.” He moved down the wall and carefully shifted boxes around until he finally found Happy, pain twisting his features. “Hey, you all right, Happy?”
“Peachy.” The man grunted and pulled himself out from under the rest of the pile. “I think my shoulder is broken, though.”
“Broken? Are you serious?” May squinted, peering at them from where she still waited in the doorway. “Come over here, Happy, and let me take a look. Poor thing, I don't think my holistic medicine classes covered this. We might have to take you to the hospital.”
“Um…yeah, in a second.” He gave Peter a sheepish look. “Pave me a way, Spider-Man?”
Peter resumed his position on the ceiling and webbed boxes out of the way. Happy waded through, cradling his arm to his chest.
“Here, let me see that.” May carefully poked his shoulder with gentle fingers, eliciting a hiss from the man. “Oh, don’t be a big baby, Happy, it’s just dislocated.”
“Yeah, well, see if you don’t cry like a little girl next time your shoulder is dislocated.”
“Does he need to go to a doctor?” Peter dropped down from the ceiling and watched with interest. “You know, I got my shoulder dislocated once, and I asked Mr. Stark if I should go to the hospital, and he just snapped it back into place.” He rotated his shoulder and shrugged. “Good as new.”
May raised her eyebrows and tilted her head from side to side. “I wonder if YouTube has any tutorials.” She patted Happy’s chest. “Wait right here, big guy, and I’ll be right back.”
When she’d disappeared into the other room, Happy gave Peter a terrified look. “She’s not really going to try to do it herself, is she?”
“Um, well, I-I couldn’t say for sure, but, uh…probably.”
“This is bad, this is bad. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do.” Happy grabbed Peter’s shoulder with his good hand. “You go in there and distract her while I sneak out the door. I’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?” He turned to leave when Peter grabbed his arm.
“Aw, c’mon, Happy, it won’t be that bad. All she’s gonna do is put her hand here, and here—”
“No, I don’t think I need—ahaha, ow! ” Happy doubled over, hand to his shoulder. “Peter Benjamin Parker, you did not just do that.” He reached out blindly with his good arm and met Peter’s stomach, knocking the air out of him.
“Aw, Happy, don’t be mad at me, I just—” he dodged another punch and jumped to the ceiling. “I just wanted to help. Don’t you feel better?”
“I’d feel a whole lot better if you didn’t cheat like that and came down here to face me like a man.”
Peter hesitated, then dropped to the floor. “I’m sorry, Happy. I really was trying to help.”
“What’s all the rack—” May froze when she saw the two of them. “Oh. Peter fixed your arm?” She offered him a high five with a proud smile, though her eyes looked somehow disappointed. “Good job, honey.”
Peter heaved a sigh and hung his head. “All I wanted to do was make Happy feel better. Is everyone mad at me?”
“Uh-uh, no you don’t, Peter.” May crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one hip. “I recognize a guilt trip when I see one.” She ruffled his hair and smirked when he glared at her. “Don’t you have homework to do?”
"Actually, I don't have any until—"
"After what you did to poor Happy, I think you need to leave him alone." May's bottom lip stuck out in a mock pout.
"But you were gonna do it yours—"
"Peter." Happy did not sound amused, still clutching his shoulder. "I will personally break one of these pictures over your head if you're not out of my sight in about five seconds."
Peter turned with a sigh and sulked to his bedroom, where he paused just inside the door.
“Are you all right, Happy?” May’s voice was soft.
Happy grunted. “Actually…yes. I feel a lot better. But don’t tell Peter.”